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WARNING! ADULTS ONLY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!
THE VACATIONERS by Ozman.
Episode ROB 1(or how the Galloways discovered that casual, extramarital
affairs were not a rarity among their new acquaintances, Robbie is seduced,
but Deby remains unsullied)-
Deby and I hadn't been able to have a honeymoon at the time of our
marriage due to a precarious financial situation, but thirteen years later
we found it possible due to a job in the tropical north for my boss. My
parents were overjoyed to take the kids for the time so we decided to fly
up, complete my contracted task and dawdle back down the coast in a hired
camper-van. I had six weeks' paid leave owing and could take it all if I
wished. My client was Norman Searle, fiftyish, who looked a lot like an
older Steve Reeves from the old swords and sandals movies. He and his wife
Veronica, a statuesque, red-brown-haired woman with a spectacular, dark
tan, took us out to dinner the evening we arrived. Despite the fact that
she had thickish ankles and wide calves and creases each side of her mouth,
her upper arms were still firm and her neck smooth. Sitting across the
table from Ronnie was quite disconcerting to me as she was a very
self-confident person who looked directly into one's eyes and her big bosom
was unfettered beneath the soft, white fabric of her bodice. When she
turned to the waitress I saw it all, including a swollen, brown nipple. My
Deby, who at 31 is still gorgeous after two kids, looked quite ordinary by
comparison, but I suppose that's the difference in effect of a high hemline
beside a long-sleeved trouser suit. Deby had always been very physically
modest. She still played competitive basketball at just below elite level,
but found it uncomfortable to wear the increasingly revealing costumes,
particularly the new shorts-suit. Maternity had broadened her lovely
bottom and softened her large, conical, rubbery tits, not to the point of
pendulous sagginess, but to feeling comfortable and, to me anyway,
extremely sexy. I'd have liked her to wear something like Ronnie's short,
silky cocktail dress without a bra, but she'd never hear of it. She would
look good in it as she used a solarium to maintain a tan as required by a
team sponsor. I hoped that she and Ronnie might spend some time together
and that some of the other's more liberal dress sense could rub off on my
wife, but I wouldn't hold my breath in waiting. Deby's team mate Carol is
a serious raver and I suspect that her implicitly adulterous hints get to
be realized with other blokes, but makes suggestions to us to see me squirm
and her blush. Unfortunately Deby finds her friend's ideas to be fanciful,
although I'd say they're much more real than she wants to believe and would
gladly introduce my love-wand to Carol's passion-pouch for a bit of
recreational sex. However, despite Deby's being more amused than offended
by Carol's propositions, it'll never be. At lunch the following day Norm
explained that he and Ronnie were into swinging with a group of like-minded
friends around town. He told me this to obviate any future embarrassment I
might feel on suddenly hearing it during the course of either Deby or I
being propositioned by one of those friends who assumed we knew. I
explained our prudish upbringing to him and that we didn't even engage in
oral sex, let alone other, more liberated activities, so any propositioner
was placing himself in danger of at least severely bruised shins. I told
him about Carol. "I'd enjoy nothing more than a bout of swinging sex with
her," I said sadly, "but Deby would kick me out if she found out about it."
"You'd be surprised," chuckled Norm. "Tell her about Ronnie and I and see
what happens." "Most likely she'll refuse to have anything to do with you,"
I said sincerely. "The fundamentalist, protestant beliefs are deeply
ingrained in her mind. Very straight and very unforgiving." "You'd be
amazed at the number of straight-laced women I've seen change with their
environment; become right little nymphos up here." I looked doubtful.
"Okay, not all," he admitted, "but a good proportion have let their hair
down and made a real effort to fuck every bloke in town." When I got home I
found my wife looking a bit odd, but she wouldn't say what was bothering
her. We had dinner and took a stroll along the waterfront where, almost
back at the hotel, we were greeted warmly by a couple walking in the
opposite direction. She didn't immediately give me an answer, but back in
our room told me that the young man had chatted her up earlier and seemed
surprised at her lack of enthusiasm for a bit of extramarital nooky,
particularly in view of the fact that he'd also offered a full swap with
all spouses involved. "Ooooh Robbie," she sniffed. "Do I really look like
a woman who'd be interested in something like that? The worst thing was
that I didn't really feel all that offended about being propositioned. Do
I really look so slutty?" "It's not to do with being slutty," I tried to
explain. "Norm and Ronnie are into swinging, swapping spouses, and their
group are of the more respectable echelon of the town's business people.
He said a lot of tourists let their hair and morals down during their
visits here." "What do you think about it?" she asked after making me tell
her exactly what Norm had told me in explaining his hobby. I shrugged
without committing myself. "Come on, be truthful. Tell me honestly."
"Well, it does sound exciting. I guess I'd enjoy trying it and seeing you
making love with another guy. Honest enough? You did ask." I told her
when she looked a little put-out at the revelation. "Not in a crowd, just
another couple we know and trust." She looked at me doubtfully. "You're
going to be disappointed in my thoughts then," she told me nervously. "I
was thinking of a honeymoon, a real one, trying some of the things you've
wanted me to do. I guess I don't feel so bad about them now that I'm a bit
older." I hugged her. "It's wonderful that you feel that way darling. It
will be a real honeymoon then. How about we give it a whirl right now?"
She giggled, a good sign. "Alright then," she blushed. "I'll have a
shower." When I came back to the big waterbed she was lying in the light,
wearing makeup, white stockings and suspender, smiling shyly. As I lay by
her she kissed me deeply, then slid down to tongue my bellybutton before
stretching across my body to stroke my fully erect penis. I slid my hand
down the cleft of her lovely bottom to find her furry vulva and delve
inside her moist vagina with a titillating finger as she parted her thighs
to allow me more room to stimulate her pussy. "Oooooh ye-e-sss!" she
gasped, then stretched her lips around my shiny knob for the very first
time and my whole being jerked involuntarily at the thrill of our contact.
Her tongue moved around and over the distended head in a most delightful
way until I felt the first vague tingling in my trembling loins that
presaged climax. She alternated between taking a quite surprising length
of my cock into her mouth, then nibbling and tonguing the knob as I pressed
and rubbed her hard clitty until I groaned, "I'm going to come sweetheart,"
allowing her time to bring my tip to her lips and part them slightly in
order to take my gush of warm semen and swallow it as I jerked wildly with
warm spasms of sensual bliss. She then stiffened too as mild but real
orgasmic spasms racked her hard, perfumed body and gasps of pleasure
escaped her lips. "Was it good?" she asked when she'd lain back beside me.
"I came too, just from sucking." "It was wonderful darling," I told her
truthfully. "Now it's your turn." I kissed her deeply before sucking and
gently biting her swollen nipples, her navel and then burying my tongue
between the cologne-scented frills of her inner labia. The reddish hair on
her vulva was both sparse and fine due to a complete chemical depilation
which Carol had persuaded her to try and, after almost six months, her
pussy still looked like a pubescent teenager's virginal twat. I'd wanted
to do this for Deby for so long as I knew she'd derive enormous pleasure
from it and a more varied love life for both of us. I'd only experienced
it a couple of times myself, at the church summer camp nearly twenty years
before, in the course of a game of 'truth-or-dare' and the scent of
recently bathed female mixed with body-warmed baby-powder, turned me on. I
had Deby writhing and trembling with pleasure as she pushed my face into
her crotch, thrusting and rotating her excited hips as my tongue stimulated
every hidden nook of her eager cunt, then stiffening suddenly as she was
overcome by orgasm once more. Before she could move I got up on all fours,
crawled forward over her, lowered my hips to align my knob with her juicy
vulva and pressed forward to slide my full length into her willing vagina
without hands. "Ooooh Christ!" she blasphemed, initially trying to push me
off, but then hugging me to her hot body. "Is that what I taste like," she
grinned as I rested with her for a moment, kissing deeply again for her to
taste her own vaginal fluids. We began thrusting anew, in the missionary
manner except that her legs were encircling my waist, our coupled parts
making the unseemly sounds which often accompany vigorous sexual activity.
Deby let go of her senses to fully appreciate a lusty, unrestrained fucking
in a way that she hadn't previously allowed herself to do and I was pleased
to be able to follow suit. She bucked and writhed and rolled her hips as
she clawed desperately at my pumping buttocks, my hard belly pounding
loudly on hers as she strove for release. Suddenly she went rigid again as
I felt her vaginal muscles rhythmically close tightly and relax repeatedly
around my unctiously sliding cock until I too came to climax. We clung
together until we cooled and relaxed and went to sleep, waking very late
because we'd forgotten to set the alarm clock. Norm noticed my rushed
state when he arrived to pick me up and we spent an hour over a hearty
breakfast in the hotel dining-room. Late in the morning I heard him ask
Laurel, his office manager, whether she'd mind looking after me at
lunchtime as he had a previous date. She was an old friend and made
comment indicating a suspicion as to what kind of date or assignation it
might be. I rang the hotel to see if Deby wanted to lunch, but found she'd
gone out with 'Mrs Searle', so I accepted Laurie's offer of a salad at her
place. She was an attractive woman of around forty, nicely tanned, dark
curled hair and compact figure, a still-pretty face and a happy, jocular
nature. Her home was fairly new with all mod cons, built with entertaining
in mind, a pool and permanent barbeque accessable through french windows
and a rear kitchen door. She gave me a beer before setting about preparing
lunch while I opened the door to look out and saw a naked couple furiously
banging away on a big towel on the shady lawn. When Laurie saw my red
complexion she laughed and explained that it was her husband Ian and one of
her girlfriends. "You're going to think we're all sex-maniacs, but it's a
great way to keep in shape, and friends." "Norm said there was quite a lot
of it about," I told her somewhat foolishly. "Suggested I try it, but my
wife would never agree to it." "There was a time, believe it or not, when I
was appalled at the idea of making love with anyone other than Ian. Now
it's second nature to cement new acquaintanceships with a nice,
introductory nooky. Want to give it a try and see what a great ice-breaker
it is?" "Oh.....erm.....ah.....," I stammered in embarrassment.
"I...er...you know...hardly know you." "Okay," she said. "Maybe another
time, eh?" Suddenly I was disappointed at her easy acceptance of my
hesitation to try casual sex. Ian and Nicola came in for lunch and ate in
the nude; chatting to me as if the situation was completely normal, then
dressed and drove off to return to work. "Well I'm having a swim," said
Laurie and undressed completely to display her completely tanned body with
a full bosom, pierced navel and almost hairless pussy. She was displaying
an untrimmed pubic triangle in soft, furry regrowth after a full depilation
and her inner lips protruded from her outer vulva a long way. As Deby's
were completely hidden I found Laurie's a bit strange. I followed suit when
she went outside and joined her in the pool. It all felt so wonderful and
liberating to swim nude and have the warm breeze caress one's bare skin
that my cock was soon erect. Laurie looked at my hard tool and then lifted
her gaze to my eyes. "Can I feel? It's a good size," she murmured and I
nodded dumbly as she grasped it and gently stroked. "Seems a pity to waste
it now." She slid into my embrace and we kissed deeply before lying
together on a towel, Laurie encouraging me to suck her ample bosom and
finger her proffered pussy between invitingly spread thighs, as she
continued to caress my tingling tool. "Ooh, oh, yes, mmmmmm, oh ye...es!"
she sighed without restraint as I went dowm to lick and suck her clitty and
simultaneously tweak her hardened nipples between thumb and finger. To my
great relief she pulled away from me, pushed me over on to my back and
engulfed my all-but-bursting cock with her well-lubricated cunt. "That
feels much better, doesn't it Robbie," she chuckled lightly. "Anyway, if
it doesn't to you, be a good sport and just lie back and let me use your
body for my pleasure." "Yes," I agreed, "but I hope I don't develop chronic
guilt from this." She laughed again and began to raise and lower her broad
bottom while rolling her ample hips to slide my tool in and out of her
eager, juicy vagina. "Mmmmmmm," she intoned, squeezing her soft swaying
tits with her head thrown right back to savour the full pleasure of our
coupling. She leaned forward to present her distended brown nipples to my
mouth and tightened her vaginal muscles deliciously around my thrilling
cock as she slid her wet cunt upward along it. "Go on, you do it too," she
chuckled huskily, "expand your dick as I slide up on it." I did as she
asked and felt the most wonderful sensation as we moved in concert. "Come
on then, get on top of me," she smiled. "I'm feeling a bit submissive and
need to be given a good workout. Besides, you're the guest and I should
see to your needs." We turned over, still coupled, before I thrust slowly
in and out of her juicy twat as she lazily rotated her wide hips beneath
mine. She made warm sounds of pleasure as she easily undulated her
sweating body in the act of love to welcome me to her circle of intimate
friends. I felt no need to move at more than the languid pace that she'd
set; profoundly enjoying the experience of love as a means of communication
between two people and sex as a recreational activity to be shared by
friends. However, sex is a pastime that develops a certain urgency and, as
the cadence of our thrusting slowly increased, her legs encircled my waist
and her nails raked my flanks as I gripped her ever more tightly. Our taut
bellies slapped noisily and our coupled parts made the wet sounds of sex.
"Oh Christ! I'm going to come," I cried in warning as the thrill in my
loins grew rapidly. "Go on, it's okay," she gasped huskily. I stiffened and
squirted deep inside her repeatedly with spasms of pleasure. She came
immediately following my initial gush and we lay locked together as the
convulsions of ecstacy jerked and racked our glistening bodies. "God!" I
sighed as I cooled, my soft tool still within her. "That was wonderful
Laurie." "Go on with you," she laughed lightly, "I bet you say that to all
the girls." "No, truly," I stuttered. "I have never felt so free to enjoy
sex before. It was just sex?" "Of course it was, silly. Just sex, not the
beginning of a grand passion. We just do this for fun, among friends, and
to keep a little variety in our sex-lives which tend to an inevitable
sameness after twenty-something years of wedded bliss. You were obviously
ready for a change." Back at work I felt much more relaxed with, not only
Laurie, but all the women who brought me files and papers for the project.
I'm sure she hadn't said anything to any of them, but they all seemed a
little more familiar with me and apparently pleased at what had transpired
between us. Some sort of bush-telegraph in the office, I supposed. When I
got back to the suite it was empty so I took a shower and had barely got
wet when Deby came in with me. I don't know what had happened that day,
but she was all over me like a rash and wanted to be fucked with me holding
her up by the bottom and her legs wrapped around my hips. We did that and
I felt her come like never before; it was volcanic. Unfortunately, I had
got a bit carried away at my wife's new sensuality and had left noticeable
bruising on her pale buttocks, but I said nothing and she didn't notice
them then. "Have you been a good boy today?" she asked me playfully as we
dressed for dinner at Searles'. "It's a bit hard to be naughty at work," I
answered evasively. "In that case you can do it with Ronnie if you want,"
she breathed nervously. "I'm not ready to do it, I don't know that I ever
will be, but if you're still keen you can. You have to be ready to do it
with me again when we get home tonight. Okay?" "I'd feel strange doing it
without you being involved." "Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth," she
said impatiently. "That's the deal. If you want to be a swinger around
here you can, I'll accept it without complaint, so long as you service me."
She pulled her blonde hair back to show me that she'd had her ear-lobes
pierced with small, gold trainer studs. This sight excited me no end as
I'd wanted her to have them since school, but she thought them to be
unsuitable for her kind. I helped her replace the studs with mid-sized
hoops which she'd bought that day and I thought she looked great in them.
Her dress was one I'd never seen before and she told that she'd had it for
a year, bought by Carol for their club's last sports awards night, but she
hadn't worn it out of modesty. It was a simple, black tube of stretch
lycra with thin shoulder straps and a mid-thigh hemline, teamed with black,
sling-back sandals having five inch stilletto heels to make her stand as
tall as I. I couldn't tell her then, but her frock clearly outlined her
nipples and cleft of her buttocks. She'd painted her nails scarlet, wore
bracelets on one wrist and a thick gold, chain on the other which I
suggested she transfer to her ankle. It looked so sexy and it gave me
reason to hope that she might eventually relent and allow another man to
hide his salami in her lovely cunt. I felt so proud of her looking as
alluring as she did that night, we'd come a long way since our Sunday
school days, hoping that her rigid morality was evaporating apace with her
physical modesty. We took a cab to the Searles' house, a split level
concrete residence with steel storm-shutters and roof, a huge swimming pool
and barbeque area and extensive lawns and tropical gardens. It was
sumptuously furnished, they obviously knew how to enjoy their money, with a
kitchen which was a hostesses delight with every mod con. Norm had an
aquarium house, with a fridge, where we had a beer while I outlined my
thoughts on what I'd divined at the office during the day. "You know," Norm
told me pensively, "we've got two children who are older than you and
Deby." "Yes?" "I was just thinking. My once child bride has you in her
sights for a spot of recreational sex in the near future." "It's funny
that," I told him. "Tonight Deby told me I could, if I wanted to. Have
they been discussing the matter d'you reckon?" "Apparently so." "The
problem is," I explained, "Deby's not ready to try it yet, not ever in her
estimation. It wouldn't be a reciprocal arrangement I'm afraid." "You'll
have to learn that it's not how things work. Ronnie's choice of partners
is entirely up to her, not keeping numbers of nookies even with either me
or the bloke's wife. It's capricious." "Oh." "Just go with the flow," he
chuckled. "I'll keep Deby amused 'til you've seen to matters." I hadn't
had any expectation of having it off with Ronnie quite so soon, although
the events of that noontime and Deby's change of heart should have alerted
me, so I felt very excited on going inside and finding the ladies chatting
about kitchen utensils like lifelong friends." Ronnie was wearing a black,
silky outfit of a bra top smock, buttoned between and below her tits and
open to display the diamond pendant hanging from a stud through the upper
edge of her navel. The lower half was a matching miniskirt covering only
half of her solid thighs with stilletto heeled black sandals having
Roman-style criss-cross lacing to above mid-calf and my dick twitched
violently at the sight of her barely hidden charms. Dinner was a delight.
Ronnie's ability as a cook was outstanding and I ate up despite the almost
painful tingling ache of anticipation in my loins, enjoying all courses.
Ronnie was pleased too. "Like a man who eats well after a good day's work,"
she chuckled and I thought I discerned a quick, conspiratorial look pass
between she and Deby. We sat around talking after dinner before Ronnie and
I gravitated to the kitcken to load the dishwasher. Eventually we heard
Norm call that he was taking Deby to see the fish and the door close behind
them. "He'll warn me before they head back," she told me huskily. "Heaps
of time." We came together in a standing embrace and kissed deeply, Ronnie
parting her legs to mine and momentarily embarrassing me as my erect cock
pressed into her taut tummy. "That's a good sign," she chuckled throatily
and rubbed it with one hand. "I've heard you'd had it off with two other
women today, but it comes up so nicely." There was, I realized then, no
reason to be self-conscious with her and wasn't ever again. She just
wanted sex and sensuality and there was no place at all for reserve or
modesty. I unfastened her top and covered one tit with my hand. I admit
that I was a little put out at its softness and that it drooped more than
I'd imagined from her smoothness elsewhere, but both nipples were big and
hard and extremely sensitive. Her vocal reaction to my nibbling, then more
ferocious biting, at her urging, made me forget floppy tits and think
solely of the job at hand. She'd unzippered my flies and pulled percy from
my pants, gently stroking my erect cock until I could bear it no longer.
"That's the nicest pussy-pummeller I've seen for a long time," she smiled
at me. "It's so pink." Seeing my great need she pulled the velcro
fastening on her skirt apart and shed it with her top then perch her bottom
on the edge of the kitchen bench, spreading her thighs wide to display her
pussy. The soft, brown pubic hair had been trimmed to a teardrop shape
around her vulva and, if I'd thought Laurel's inner labia were prominent,
she had nothing on Ronnie whose thick, frilled lips stuck out more than two
inches beyond her plump, outer labia. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed
it as I undid my trousers and boxers and let them slide to my shins before
shuffling into the sensual valley of her limbs. Her cunt was truly wet and
slippery as she pulled my knob into the frilly entrance where, with a quick
tightening of her legs around my hips, drew my cock fully inside her juicy
vagina. "Fits just nicely," she breathed tremulously and playfully
squeezed my taut buttocks before leaning back on her elbows to see that I
was fully within her. I leaned forward on my elbows to kiss her aggressive
mouth and suck and bite her nipples as we gently slid my cock in her
welling vagina with a slow, strenuous undulation of our hot, trembling
hips. As our thrusting became more rapid I lifted her ankles to my
shoulders and gripped her hard thighs while my belly slapped loudly and
wetly on her pumping bottom, her soft breasts jerking and quivering with
each lusty movement. I merely grunted and gasped in male fashion, but
Ronnie was considerably more vocal about her pleasure. "Oh, ooooh, yes,
ye-es! Oooooh Jesus! Hard, yes, lovely, harder!" she cried until she came
with a really high, soprano cry of pure bliss. Her suddenly tight vaginal
muscles were enough to bring me on and I drove in to the hilt with a groan
and squirted only a little shot of semen due to earlier encounters having
depleted me. Our rigid bodies trembled and jerked and quivered in repeated
spasms of profound pleasure as we were locked together as a single sweaty
entity until our senses slowly returned as our passion cooled. "Ooh
Christ!" I said exhaling violently and holding her silky body hard against
mine, "That was really wonderful Ronnie. I've never experienced anything
as exciting as that before." "You say that to all the girls," she chuckled
huskily, squeezing my buttocks playfully. "There aren't others to say it
to," I told her. "Wish there were." "How about Laurie?" "Oh," I gulped,
"yes. I'd actually forgotten in the heat of our moment. Anyway, how did
you know about it? I haven't mentioned it to Norm, or anyone else for that
matter." "Laurie did. We do talk about who we screw you know. Your
lunchtimes should be booked by a new girl for each day you're here; just
from the office." "Things did seem more relaxed after lunch today." "They
wouldn't have been if you hadn't got it together with Laurie today. Now
all they have to do is line up, in order of seniority, to enjoy a spot of
social shaggery." "Even with Emma?" "Especially with Emma." She began to
dress and I followed suit before we sat in the lounge again to await our
spouses. The remainder of the evening was spent in rather desultory
conversation until it was time for us to leave. Deby seemed somewhat
embarrassed which was due, I guessed, to her suspicions over what had
transpired between Ronnie and I during her absence, although she didn't ask
me about it. I found it hard to believe that I'd made love with three
different women during that day as well as still owing Deby one as the
price for her permission to play, but I still looked forward to fucking her
that night. By then I had a dull ache in my scrotum and the feeling that
my initial attack of lover's-nuts would be somewhat worse by morning. Back
in our hotel suite, Deby remained naked after her shower and I joined her
on the bed in a similar state. She took the initiative and my cock which
she sucked to semi-tumescence until I went down between her invitingly
spread thighs to suck and nibble and tongue her perfumed pussy. When she
came she was quiet, despite its intensity, jerking and convulsing strongly
with profound pleasure. I crawled forward and over her, inserting my cock
in her gently clenching vagina without needing my hands and thinking how
good at it I was becoming, before thrusting languidly into her very juicy
cunt. For the first time she really responded to my belly-slapping,
hip-pounding movements, rolling and lifting her hips with little sounds
that could only denote pleasure. Our love-making went on and on until we
came gently and went to sleep almost immediately, moving on to our sides
with her legs around my waist and my cock still within her oozing sheath.